Weeping through the watercolor window
Peering through the placid pane
There in widow's weeds she's waiting
Garments sodden by the rain.

There the drunken drops a'dreaming
Pelting down through leaking light
Joining with her surfeit sorrow
Wash away the skin of night.

There the bride In black, becoming,
Blonde hair streaming down her side
Remembers, gazing out, her garden,
Now she's trapped on the inside

To her tearstained couch she wanders
Back to grief which she endures
Cacophony will be her council
Affliction has no earthly cure.

There in the foyer of her fancy
Nothing is as she had planned
The harvest, problems she had planted,
Become the garden of the ******.


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc

Maranatha! Maranatha!
The Lord Has Come!
The Lord Has Come!
Maranatha!
The Lord has come!
2X

When we lift our
hands and praise
Elohim, Ancient of Days
When we magnify his worth
We bring his glory
here to Earth!
We stir his presence
with our hands
Bring him down unto the land!
We will Proclaim him
with our voice
He is good! We have no choice!
For his breath has filled our lungs
Marinatha! The Lord Has Come!

Do you want to feel
His presence here?
Do you want to feel
Him coming near?
Sing this with me!
Do not cease!
He will come and he'll be pleased!
His Holy Spirit he will bring!
All you have to do is sing!
His Holy Sprit he will impart
As fire Leaps from
Heart to Heart!

Chorus


SoulSurvivor aka
Write of Passage
2022

Ah's a ramblin' ol' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
Ah's a ramblin' ol' blues man
Goin' 'round this big blue ball
They say I ride a streak o' lightnin'
100 proof & 10 foot tall

Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 666
Well, ah saw a Li'l darlin'
Down on High-way 666
Steppin' out on her ol' man
Went on in' ta Motel 6

We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
We had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
But I slipped in some real bad stuff
I say that stuff was real bad

Yeah, we had ourselves a High-way
An' she liked all that I had
Yeah, we had ourselves a
High ol' time
Now she's leavin' in a body bag...

She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
She didn' know who she dealt with
Ah'm gonna tell you real slow
Ah'm on High-way 666

What's my name? Doncha know...?

Write of Passage
3/13/2021

Thè Rose breasted the foamy sea,
a hand came dripping from the waves,
'twas watery death, Queen Witch herself!
Sand clotted song pushed
through her ribs.

Chorus
A nova made her blackness sigh,
She was soaking in the brine...
Sing, ancient Witch, on your crack'd shell,
Sing and wash your skin so fine.

Rose as scepter, dark and fearsome,
stars to light death's luminous blade
curved to catch the careless kelp
to be placed before the Witch.

Chorus

The Queen laughs at all her ribs
that have been broken by her music,
She selects one for a rotting sailor.
Placing it in Adam's ribcage,
She waves her scepter, HE'S ALIVE!

But in the process the wounded Rose breaks,
sending cracks up her hand and arm!
When, at last, it breaks her heart,
she falls apart into the sand.

Chorus


[Bridge
By her husband she will lie
A pile to fill an hour glass
For it was meet that she should die,
for then they will embrace at last


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
and Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

Sawgrass roots in sand.
It moves like
the waves on
the sea

ii
Blue/grey and silver crystals
adorn the waves
They move like the dancers
in the harem
of Neptune.

iii
Winking at us
as we sit on the verge
of swaying grass
at high tide. The chill of autumn.

iv
The voice of blowing sand
singing low and of sylph sirens.

The waves clap.


SoulSurvivor
aka Write of Passage
aka Invisible inc

Catherine Ĵarvis

There's a star gone Nova
Blazing in its death
Somewhere there's a baby
Taking her first breath

There's a tree that's
been felled
By a lightning bolt
It's burning
There's a man
Who loves a lass
Weeping for his yearning

There is a mountain rising up
Beneath the ocean's depths
There's a promise
That was made
Which was never kept

There's a storm
That's moving in
To quench a Raging Fire
There's woman who is old
Burning with desire

However viewed, the universe
Under Nature's Veil
Is very like your own true face
However wan and pale

The Parables, the metaphors
The things that poets speak
Are in the moon and sun and stars
We have only to seek

When our sun goes Nova
When all mountains fall
We will, at last, perceive our God

The Ruler of us all.



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